Poetry A poem.

Discussion in 'Creativity' started by Bard, Jul 26, 2013.

  1. When do seconds become sheep,

    And sheep take me to that place

    The ticking clock can't get me?

    No fences here, just a face.

    Yeah, I see you. A real slick face.

    And those hands! Twisted, always

    Turning but never to embrace me,

    Just to drag me on. "Time always tells!"

    They say, but tells what?

    How worthless I am, how I can't

    Get anything right, how I can't

    Make this stick, how I can't

    Be myself, or how I can't

    Exhale, or how I can't

    Cry, or how I can't

    How I can't


    Fall asleep.

    Silence makes you more profound.

    It should be commended -- so much

    Expression in that one sound.

    Gears turning in my head, and yours!

    Tick. Tock. Just to drag me on.

    Mindless clicking, I'll lay here 'till

    I realize what?

    How worthless I am? Yes, it hurts

    To think I'll always fail, it hurts

    When I'm alone, and it hurts

    Even with friends, it hurts

    As I breathe in, it hurts

    To smile,and it hurts

    Oh, how it hurts

    To fall asleep.


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